The plants on my windowsill are dying And that was the reason last time you saw me crying Everything seems to be going fine But I am holding your hand And you're not holding mine Call me cliché, call me a blag Call me a child, but please call me back I feel like my brain is under attack It's making me an insomniac And I'm not fighting Personal demons These are just demons We all have to face And I'm not fighting Personal demons These are just demons We all have to face I don't expect anything else from you, my darling I certainly don't expect you to stop me from falling I should take better care of myself But I couldn't ask anybody to understand my mental health And I'm not fighting Personal demons These are just demons We all have to face And I'm not fighting Personal demons These are just demons We all have to face Call me cliché, call me a blag Call me a child, but please call me back I feel like my brain is under attack It's making me insomniac And I'm not fighting Personal demons These are just demons We all have to face I'm not fighting Personal demons These are just demons We all have to face, no, no I'm not fighting Personal demons